Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hold crept a wee Irish mouse and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor, then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar, "Bring on the G*ddam cat!"
Shamelessly indebted to Rick and M.E. for this wee bit of poetry on the day the snakes were driven out of our Eire.
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Tee! Hee!
slainte!!!
do you know why mice have small balls???
cause only a few know how to dance!!!!!!!
Happy St. Paddy's day! Funny story! Thanks for coming over to say hi.
You have a wonderful place here. I loved seeing the pictures of the flowers in your garden - so pretty. I can't wait for Spring to come.
Have a Lucky day!
Jen
LOL
Happy St Patrick's Day!
Love it! Thanks for dropping by my place today; hope you had fun! I'm off to snoop your other posts...:)
I spoke about you here
http://stirrup-queens.blogspot.com/2009/03/praise-for-living.html
xo,
Judy
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